A Mathematical Problem
Future of infinte pain,
+something you don't want to do x
the difference in these loving eyes,
carry the once and future king of england,
The sum of this is a very rich man.
This years preoccupation is written on the leaves that have fallen on the path i walked all year.
As leaves from trees.
Transience is gold dust under your fingernails.
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